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TO ; After an hour of this the hors s b - gun to balk badly, and the cold in- creased. so that What had been sleet Kitty looked a question. but Mrs. Rolt’s face was so innocent of any arriere pensee that the. g1r1 said noth- ing. but Just cuddled down into her wraps to endure. as W811 as might be, the long and dreary drive over un- broken prairie, into and out of ravines, which by daylight wouldhave seemed to English people impossible for any wheeled vehicle. However, ranche horses and ranche rigs are used to such work, and the Relt's pair scrambled safely through the ravines. though the cart sway'd at periims angles sometimes. an: the water stopped about on the floor of th: .art making it impossible to keep he feet dry. “No. we’re. not in England." Mrs. Rolt put in hastily. “we are in Jim’s own country. and if we are off the trail for a moment. it does not matter a little bit. Whizh way, Jim?” Jim’s face x'eiaxed at once. Like a high-spirited horse he flinched at the least touch of the curb, but the light hands of his Boss’s wife could do what they liked with Jim Combe, the tore- man of the Risky Ranche. “I’m afraid we can‘t make camp to- night where we meant to. I got fooled by the weather myself. Didn’t calcu- late on a rainstorm before morning, nor on its turning so piaguey dark,- but I know you won’t whine if you do get wet. You can't hunt and keep dry all the time. If you let the Indian drix e and follow me. I‘ll get you to Riley’s cow camp in no time. It's rough shei- ter and bad going. but it’s better than this,” and he shook his brute and moved on ahead of the cart. “Not a bit, dear. if you can keep the peace between those tWO. They’re just spoiling for a row. What a vile tem- per Jim has deveIOped since I went back to the Old Country. It’s not like “Do you mind very much, Kitty?” Mrs. Rolt asked her friend. “We ain’t in Engfand, Mr. Anstru- ther. and we forgot to order milestones when we L.eard you were coming,” re- torted the ether. his color rising. It was a dreary outlook for the two women in an open rig, drawn by two utterly worn out horses, but it was Mr. Anstr‘ the Who resented it. “Do }011 mean to say, Combe. that you don’t know where we are?” he asked impatiently. Mrs. Rolt smiled mysteriously be- hind the folds of her hood, but she spoke only to the horses. “Get up, mare. Keep close to Jim He can see through anything.” "Yes, but we adrit it, though I never saw anything like this in that much-maligned country. I suppose this is fwhat you call a blizzard," and he dug his heel irritably into his horse's ribs to turn that animal's quar- ters more emphatically upon the slant- ing deluge. The month “as early October ,and in 0ctcb:r the weather may be perfsct upon the northern cattle lands or it may not. There is a whisper always; sometimes a threat 0f winter in th; air. Even in summer, in spite "‘f the glorious sunshine, you cannot quite for- get that winter reigns here at least half the year. That rnor..:r -- , the long undulating uplands had been stretches of sunlit purple, royal in coloring, boundless in extent. with fair broideries of p13' gold where the «:ottonwoods shed their leaves in the little wet gullies; now, in the grey of coming night, these up- lands were wild, colorless and desolate as a stormy sea, void and without shelter. Every Zine of his thin, wen-bred face expressed discomfort and disgust, whilst the smartness of his get-up em- phasized the roughness 01' his sur- roundings. The ladies he was addre- 3- ing, in spite of the disadvantage of sex, seemed infinitely more in their ele- ment than he did. “Does it never rain in England, Mr Anstruthez‘?” At this moment a man rode up on a ragged-”00:21:; cayuse, plain headd, and not too straight in the shouldzr, bsâ€"t qwic l; and handy as a cat. This h an looked at the speaker with a scarcel} concealed sneer upon his weather-stain.d face. " -t's no good staying here. Mrs. RC. t. ” he said to the girl's companion. “th won’t let up before dark, and t. ox its goingto oturn cold. Sh ou'dn’t won- der it ww got the blizzard ti‘ at gentle- 9’ “ nlai: :Lo.'ks.. 5.‘3~) at. “.A watering trail seemingly. I’ve not lyxcn this way myself for ye ars, bu: the. mar; :s all break up different ways a bit farther on.” "What do ther?" "I’vv far is it to Brown’s, Jim?” "~ 25' say eanEy. Pretty Die" sans we av; off the trail. I guess he CHAPTER I. A Bad Start “1 am afraid that you are a poet. Miss Clifford." ‘3. on. .‘1 M rat is this then that we have c.0110. :“ "'9” *.t-::. you mean. Mr. Anstru- But she tried not to laugh, and pretty Kitty, her who flushed rose pink, and her eyes blight With the weather, was amends, leaning a trifle more than u a perhaps absolutely necessary on t . supporting arm ‘ and whispering: F‘Never’ mind Pony. 'She ”d'ms mean it, but the Boss himself a: not flog the horses when she is 1:. M - 9 “I made it. you see, Mr. Anstruther,’ she called in the slang of the West. “so I will forgive you. Now come and help us out of the cart. Kitty is too water logged to move without assis- tancefi’ Anstruther hurried to the cart, and putting his waterproof over the wheel. helped Mrs. Rolt daintily to the ground, as if her skirt had not been one half alkali mud already. CHAPTER II. Two Stages of Development When Anstruthér had taken - ladieg baggage _i_1_1to the pabin, a mis “I know, dear. but he is in a strange country. and things are not going wen for him. He isn’t a muff, really, and yet everything has gone wrong for him so farf’ What Polly Rolt answered, only the winds know, but her face cleared as she drew up at the little log cabin, be- side which stood two dripping horscs. “Not half as hard on him as he was on poor Bess,” snapped the other. From the top of the bank a tiny speck of light showed ahead in the driven gloom. “Jim has camped, I think.” “Just in time to save my life.” said a desolate n'oiree from the box seat. "I say. Maryâ€"” “Yes?” “Let, Mr. Anstruther down easily. You were pretty hard on him.” a whip. “Do you really think that it is any good to go on, Mrs. Rolt?” asked An- struther. speaking for the first time since his spar with Combe. He was wet to the bone by this time, had lost all confidence in an Aqua Scutum, and had been down two or three times. his big English hunter being as much a: sea in this country as its rider. “Drop the reins altogether, Dick,” she commanded. “Now, old boy, come along. come on lassie, up there, up!" and with her hand on the mare’s neck she led the way up the steep bank, the horses going with her where no whip could} care drixen them. “Do you think that it is any good to stop here. Mr. Anstruther?” The figure only half visible in the iarkness 2111 ad, reined in his horse an: waited. He was too far in front to have htard, and yet Mrs. Rolt was afraid. Jim ’5 hearing, like all his fac uities, mas keen as that of a w..d thing “‘1 dcn’t believe that that fellow knows a bit where he is," muttered An truther angrily. - Anstruther raised his hat with a muttered apology, and did as he was bid, wishing himself back in England and pretty Mrs. Rolt at the devil. What. he asked himself, did women want in such a country? However, un- less he was very much mistaken, she would be obliged to call him back to those horses before he had gone very far. Such ill-bred brutes could not be made to understand anything but the whip. But Mr. Frank Anstruther was very much mistaken. Polly R01: was not only a superb horsewomanâ€"as good with cattle, her husband boasted, as any cow-boyâ€"but she loved them and understood them; understood them because she loved them. So she stood there in the deep mud and driv- ing hail. passing her fine. soft hands over the wealed flanks until some thrill of her gentle nature had soothed the poor beasts. Then she stroked their dr00ping ears, and took the mare’s muzzle ind her arms. putting her face down be-_ side the beasts. and talking tender nonsense which beasts understand. became Ila'II. sfingi’ng like the Iash of “I don't suppose that he does exact- ly. but he wil‘; find his way if we let irn 3.30319. None of us could do that in this darknoss.” this darknoss.” “You trust him wonderfully, Mrs. Holt.” “We ha e R? own him a long time. Haven’t we, Kitty?” But the girl had nothing to say. Perk ass her syrup athy and her exp: r- ience were not at on... Anstruther ogrwled scm “nth ng under his breath, and t7: 1 roces sion moved on again at 3 facts ace. 7‘ .1 733 “"~.’\'el-l, your horses seem to have had enough of it, if you have not, Mrs. Rolt," he said at last, as the pair balked resoiuteiy at the foot of an ex- ceptionally sfeep pitch. “Get up, you brutes." and the angry man laid his whip savagely across the quarters of the nearest horse. It winced but stood still. Again the whip fell, and the horses hacked so that the cart nearly turned over. “8:01) that. Mr. Anstruther.” There was an angry ring in the lady’s voice, but he was too savage to notice it. “Pardon me. Miss Kitty and your- self cannot stay here all night. The brutes must b; made to go.‘ ‘and dis mounting, he proceeded to make them. “You forget yourself, Mr. Anstruth' r. These are my horses, and I’ll manage them myself. Go on and ask Jim to wait for us. Kitty and I can do with. out your help. thank you.” But he was hardly on his feet saoner than Mrs. Rolt was out of the cart. and as his hand rose with the whip in it, he was caught by the wrist. and held as firmly by these thin white fingers as if it had been a man who held him. THE DURHAM CHRONICLE “Now, I‘m going to be lazy and have a good time." declared Mrs. Rmt, put- ting away her plate. “I know that wo- men ought to wash 1113â€"” “I’ll do that, Mrs. Rolt.” “No, you won’t, neither will you, Jim. Just. put that plate down instant- ly. I know your idea of washing up. Do you know, Mr. Anstruther, when he batched, lived alone, I mean, Jim had more crockery than all the other ranchers in the neighborhood put to- gether. Fifty plates 1 think he had. Kitty counted them one day When she was in short frocks, and We never knew what he wanted so many for until that poor young Webster took his shack for a Winter shoot. Then 1 found out. Shall 1 WI, Jim?” “Makes no odds,” laughed Jim, “so long as you ain’}, What Mr. Ans‘truther calls too poetic. “Kitty knows it' true and vnn daren’t contra “‘11. to see how 32' V along, w .- f 01:10 Off the 1."fi‘hi .‘ (87 tn ~:ble. ta- kle 1 i W~ot| , on; A couple of touches in the right place from Jim’s toe had created a gl'ouing hollow. over uhich the bacon curled and sizzled merrily. but again it was Jim’s doing and not Frank’s, so that Kitty’s prettv brow was bent, and thoughs she laughed. there was a strong under-current of annoyance in her laugh when Mrs. Rolt began innocently to hum that popular American airâ€" “You ain‘t. no good, You c’aint cut wood, Just kiss yourself goodbygn The slight. upward curl at the cor ners of Jim’s mouth did not mend ma ters. He knew the air, though An- struther did not. by a few 'anflers, he'turned to unnar‘ ness the horses. His fingers were numbed with cold. and none of the buckles were when his English experience had taught him that they should be, besides which, as a matter of fact, he had generally left the unharnessing to his groom. But before Mrs. Roid could show him, the siient figure, which had just aken the sac‘ dles off the rid: ng hors:S. COOK charge, the wet straps yielded as f bx tragic :9 the cow-boy’s fingers, an ‘ uth: b::â€":3~ts were led off by the In dia ‘0 5):: e unseen corral. ‘ XX-‘her e have you put Ruddygore?” An tr: 'i er asked Combe. “111 ff: corral with the others. Why? ‘0 you want him inside?" On such. a night Anstruther might ave b.1721 forgiven for thinking that he hut \1 as none too good for his well- .1: ed hurter. It certainly was not as .90 d as the loose box to which that 2.1Wabebeast had been accustomed, Mt Ans r.;tl.er saw th at there was no ”:1 ’1: rit. Ruddygore would have “Half a shake. partner. Let me fix that fire for you. Now go ahead.” Frank hurried to obey her, but the fire had been knocked together to make a blaze. and the little flames which shot out, burned his fingers and smoked the bacon, but would not toast it. ~r-1f> for it. Ruddygore would have 32:9. his c-.ance with the rest. “Well, wzac can I do to help?” “You dcn t have to do anything. “set 2132:; yourself pleasant to the ‘atiifis. {’31 ‘02 through in a minute." "You m'ght cut some wood for us, Mr. Anstruther," called Kitty from the doorway. “I should love a great roar- ing fire. I am just perished, aren’t there?" Mrs. Roit ignored the question. “You play fair, Jim. You’ve got to show Mr. Anstruther how to do things. If you don’t. I’ll go home.” “Right away?” “Yes,flghtawayf “StOp and have its dinner first,” he said. with impudent coaxing, and handed her a dish of bacon, the rash- ers cut as thin and as daintily toasted as if they had been prepared by a professional cook. ford ?” “It’s too greasy, Jim. I wonder if you would toast some of it a little more for me. Mr. Anstruther?” Anstruther picked up the axe a little doubtfully, and. looked hopelessly around for something to chop. “There are some pines in tha: last guiiy we passed through,” suggested Mrs. Rolt. Through 'the dark and not quite cer- tain of his direction, the unhappy tchee tchaco (tenderfoot) splashed his way. and once in the gully put his back into the work. It was not his fault that the axe never hit twice in the same place; it was to his credit that he kept on hammering, until at last a green pine. seven or eight inches in diameter, yieided to his perseverance. Too the younger woman his manner was deferential. if not nervous, anz‘, seeing her advantage. womanlike. Miss Kitty locked at the bacon and sniféed. - “Not that strap, Mr. Anstruther. See, this is the way." Jim had been waiting for the last two trips, and as soon as Anstruther put his axe down, he took it up and disappeared for five minutes, bringing back a huge burnt “stick” on his shoul- der. “Jim,” she said, “you are an old bear. Vhy didn’t you tell Mr. An- struther what kind of sticks to cut?” Jim grinned. “I guessed he’d have known that much.” “How should he? He has not had to chop wood before.” “You don’t say! Is it all coal over With infinife toil he trimmed it, cut it into lengths, and the-n packed it back in three trips to the cabin. There was rather more wood in that burnt “stic‘” than Anstruther had brought in his three trips. With half a dozen deft strokes the cowboy out two short lengths frbm Anstruther’s green pine, for fire-dogs. tossed all the rest of that gentleman’s hard-earned loads out of the way, chopped. Split, and kindled his own dry log, hung the billy on an impro- vised gallows, and began to cut the bacon. It was all so simple and so quickly done when you knew how to do it, but it was annoying to have worked for half an hour to no purpose. Mrs. Rolt laughed and shook her head at the cowboy. “I don’t seem to be much good,” said Mr. Anstruther. “Won’t you have some, Miss Clif- L. on D?!" 4 hick 8?. The Big Shoe Store We specialize in Shoes, we don't sell sugar and 303;): we sell solid leather shoes at honest prices. We have: full line of EMPRESS SHOES for ladies {which is the leading shoes for style, qual- ity and fit, also many other lines at lower prices, the Sovereign, Ever-right. and Blackford Dover Shoes for men in all sizes. We have also many lines of. 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